notes from the wind's twelve quarters

shrouded in rain

We were deep in the labyrinth of the Vatican museums when we heard the rumbling thunder. Even from inside we could hear the torrents of rain battering the roofs, the windows. Felicity and I made our way through the museums until we found a window. Outside, the entire city of Rome was shrouded in rain. We saw the lightning flash in the sky, felt the thunder in the glass of the window, saw how the rain lashed at the buildings and streets, scouring them clean. The storm was sudden, unexpected. It had finished by the time we stepped back outdoors.